is it inevitable that ring-around-the-rosies, london bridge and the hokey pokey end up in a tangled laughing mess of wrestle mania? we did get through one verse of "jesus wants me for a sunbeam" before it all broke loose... although senny's version is sun-beep and the enthusiasm is anything but reverent. I tried. really, I did.

saturday

friday night we drained the pool to clean it and fill it with fresh water. somehow even with the pool completely empty, my children found other avenues to become completely soaked.

you can view pics in a slideshow by clicking on the photo below and then selecting "slideshow" in the upper left corner. you know, detailed instructions for my dad...

saturday, june 2009

This week...

This week:

I made this. Mine wasn't so pretty as I made it in humungo quantities, but it was delish. Most everything from this particular blog looks pretty delish.

I cheered on Shellie as she installed my new shelf. Let's stop and think of the things in my house that would not be in existence if it weren't for her... hmm... the list is long!

I watched Bex paint himself blue at the children's museum. Breathe, Amberly. It's only paint and it's all fully washable. And he was thrilled with himself.

I had an pivotal phone conversation. The kind that gives me butterflies in my stomach before it happens, but turned out better than I expected.

I wore my son's socks.

I took Beckham off of the kitchen table where he was dancing merrily, about 57 times.

I listed stuff on craig's list.

I bought stuff off of ebay.

I prayed for heartaches to be eased and for peace to prevail.

I visited the temple and found gratitude for so much.

I sent flowers to a mourning family.

I struggled with my indecisiveness.

I swam with my children and watched their confidence increase.

I missed my sister.

I went to bed too late, too much and have no regrets.

I kissed three sets of cheeks lots and lots.

I took turns running with Cooper.

I had a very vivid dream involving someone from my past. I think I have those a lot, but seldom remember them once I'm awake. This one fused right into my awake self and was so real. What prompts dreams like that?

I danced with Seneca.

I read part of this.

I'm happy.

two things of probably no interest to you.

first,

denten brought us fresh corn this weekend from a farm just down the road.

picked fresh saturday.

I should have waited to take pictures when they were finished, because we were left with a lot of a lot of empty corn cobs.

for the record, denten is not a fan of me taking pictures of him eating.

and a poll: how do you eat your corn on the cob?

I eat around.

denten eats across.

our children are not discriminatory yet.

second,

d has been researching (speaking to old navajo women) his fry bread techniques.

he keeps tweaking his recipe and methods and accomplished his finest batch yet yesterday.

it was soft, light and fluffy. and delicious.

in training.

Cooper is participating in a triathlon as part of a family reunion in a few weeks. He feels the need to be prepared for this event. Therefore, he and his dad did a practice run tonight.

The specifics:

swim: 4 lengths of the pool
bike: 2 laps around the block
run: 1 lap around the block
(one time around the block is roughly equivalent to 1/4 mile)

ready to get in the pool.



after lap 1.



headed back for final lap.



transition 1. yes, the socks make him go faster.



down the chute to get his bike.







off they go for lap 1.



completing lap 1 of bike.



off on the run. during this brief transition of ditching their bikes, I heard denten say, "you don't need to go too fast," seeing that he might be getting a little tired. to which cooper replied, "dad, it's part of the race to go fast!" and fast he went.



down the homestretch.



post-race.



final time: 10 minutes, 40 seconds.

success.

Swim lessons were a hit.

We love you, Miss Erin!!



kicking, bubbles, duckies, happy songs, finding the wall, monkey walks, cueing, dipping, passing, twinkle twinkle on her back, elbow, knee... all things that sum up senny's lessons with erin.

most valuable to me is the pefect combination of excitement and caution with which she approaches the water.
some say erin's expensive. after seeing what my children can do after a couple of weeks with her, it's worth every penny to me.

I could blog about...

I could blog about my fantastic friends, but you all know who you are. Hope you know that I love you like crazy.

I could blog about my daughter and swimming lessons, but that's already been done and I can take a hint regarding excessive blogging regarding particular subjects.

I could blog about the funny things my kids say lately, like when senny enters the pool how she always says, "oooh, nice, mom." the water feels nice. But I blog a lot about what comes out of my kids' mouths.

I could blog about how the cleanliness of my house is suffering a little seeing as my entire month has been spent by the pool, but reading about house dirt is boring. and a little gross.

I could blog about the numerous swimsuits I've ordered and returned trying to find the right fit and how fantastic shopping online is when the nearest mall is just not close enough, but that's just silly. Although we're definately finding some success!

I could blog about how good jackie's chicken pot pie was this week, but she should do that herself.

I could blog about sex. Mine, other people's... it's been a hot topic of conversation lately, and oh so interesting, but my mother reads this blog so I'll censor.

I could blog about upcoming adventures this summer as lots are in the works, but I should probably wait until they actually occur.

I could blog about how fantastic rachel is, but again, it's been said and if you don't know for yourself, then I'm sad for you.

so see, there is a reason this blog has been a little blah lately. I have absolutely nothing to blog about.